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A childhood belief about special powers

One time when I was around five or six years old, my mother and I were going into an elevator, and the door started closing on my mom. I immediately leaped to the rescue, pushing the door open with my back. My mom walked in, and another lady already inside commented on how strong I was. From then on I believed I had super-strength, and would occasionally test to see if I still had it by bending spoons.

I also used to believe that everyone had magical powers, and that I would somehow learn to use them in a sudden epiphany at the age of sixteen. Sixteen came and went, and I still can't fling fireballs or conjure earthquakes... and sadly enough, I'm still waiting for that epiphany...

— Veridianedge

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